"Babe! Hun, open
your eyes!" But he knows, he feels it, she won't open her eyes because she
is losing, she is falling apart. "Honey please, fight this, don't let the
music end." For a moment he is there, crying silently in dismay, in
relief, in utter confusion. Then she opens her eyes, 'I'm trying...' Those
words lifted him through the clouds; he knew there and then that they are going
to make it.
As she lies on the bed, she finds herself spilling to him
all she has been hiding. She shows him her chest and he falls, how could he
have been so blind? Is it that he saw and knew but felt it best to pretend not
to? She holds his head but it's not the same, it is distant, not
comforting...he can't fix this alone.
"How can you love someone and hate them so much? Is that possible?
He hurts me to the core when I see him...I am unable to be, think or even
breathe. But the moment he looks up I remember the brightness that shun within
him, I remember the way his words made me dance. This was not his fault, he did
not do this neither did he want this...but somehow he is the only person
standing here with blood stains still on his hand. His fingers are marked in my
back and on my stomach...he is the one. Tortured inside me, I still feel his
being…He listens and watches me as I slip through the cracks of what use to be.
He takes the burden of my shell and he decides to carry it...he sees the remnants
of what use to be on my skin, but he knows we will get through this...for
better, not worse.
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